We arrive as the wheel turns,
and the world turns with us.
Stone remembers our footsteps.
The year exhales and draws us back into its rhythm.
We are not beginning again—
we are returning, carrying what has learned our names.
We listen now for the voices already moving toward us:
the ally, the path, the part of ourselves that has been waiting.
May what is alive in this moment speak clearly,
and may we recognize who is calling us forward.
This is my journey,
— Nate Long “Owl”
